Our latest Third Age Expeditions column for LuxeBeat Magazine has been awarded “editor’s pick.” The editor commented… “Perfect article for October.” Kathryn and I were not thinking about Halloween when the finishing touches to the piece were added, so incorporating the word “Graveyard” into the article’s title was kismet.
“Raptures of the Deep: Beneath British Columbia’s Emerald Sea”, our latest Third Age Expeditions column for Luxe Beat Magazine, has just been published.
Splendor In The Pass
Queen Charlotte Strait lies between the “top end” of Vancouver Island and British Columbia’s mainland. It is an immense waterway with narrow, constricted passages, fjord-like inlets, large islands and a tangled maze of scrawnier weather-beaten islets. Seasonal upwellings combined with extreme tidal water movement produces an enriched planktonic soup that supports a lush profusion of exotic marine life and more than 400 species of marine fish. These waters also support a healthy population of marine mammals and are deemed to be one of the best places on earth to observe seals, sea lions, dolphins, porpoise, Minke whales, grey whales, humpback whales and a resident pod of more than 100 killer whales.
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An Explorer’s Life Laid Bare
A few weeks ago, I was approached to author a monthly column for “Luxe Beat Magazine – Where Quality Meets Luxury.” I accepted and we agreed on naming the column “Third Age Expeditions,” which will primarily be about exploratory travel adventures and doing some “off the beaten path” things you may never have thought of doing before. In their own words, “Luxe Beat Magazine is the premiere resource for all things luxury. Our writers travel the globe to uncover the absolute best that the world has to offer. With content provided by a consortium of the most esteemed and talented writers in the luxury and travel industry, Luxe Beat offers an uncommon perspective.”
If you get a chance, show us some love and check out our column. Don’t be shy. Please feel free to leave some eloquently written, embarrassingly glowing, comments that would even make one of the sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast blush. Of course, I remain open to answering the front door bell for couriers delivering a gratuitous bottle of single-malt scotch to fuel my Hemingway-esque sort of general malaise that only the genius possess… and the insane lament. Cheers! ?